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So, the great Centennial State is pretty much in the same state that it was in before I left it, but pretty much changed. It really doesn't seem that long ago when it was the summer, and we were all smoking cigars on my back patio while I was also discovering that if you take hot coals from a fire and throw them into water, it will make a nice exploding sound. Then again, every time I come back, I'm so shocked that the things that have changed have changed all too well.

So, Thanksgiving was horrible. The only reason why is that the Broncos didn't win. The worst part was having all of my friends from Kansas taunt me. Oh well, I can't blame them. Had the Broncos won, I would have done the same thing. Other than that, it's been great to be with old friends in the old places. Still, old friends have new romances; old friends have new goals in life; old friends have new obstacles and problems. Had I been around, it might not have been so strange to see things different, but when you're away for so long, things rather seem different. I will say that overall, the changes are good. Still, I almost felt like almost thinking about almost crying when I saw the flower shop that belonged to my old drama teacher. Instead, it was all gutted out with nothing but a sign on the front that said that the place was up for rent.

Well, I'll leave you with a question to ponder: how did a promiscuous, womanising British spy a) become the model of masculinity and b) not end up with thousands upon thousands of STDs?